chapter 27
I pick at my tray of food in the mess hall, pushing my salad around, completely distracted. Counting down the minutes before I can head upstairs, already on edge, unable to think about anything else despite telling myself I m only making it worse. My nerves are already shot.
Meadow is keeping her distance, sat down at the far end of the long table because she knows she won t be able to hold it in if we sit close. She isn t doing a great job of acting naturally either, and I can almost taste her tension waving this way. I catch her eyes on me a couple of times, but she looks away quickly, as though we ve had some sort of lover s tiff and I wish she would stop before someone picks up on it. I think she s the reason I m on such high alert, because she s adding to my stress levels.